101 degrees

The only thing that I've been able to stomach is tea.

I wish to not have a white girl's body

Sitting in my room eating a little bit of cheese on some crunchy bread, and hoping it will go directly to my bum. I don't even want to to pass through my body the way food normally does, the way you learn about in your kinder years. I'd just like for it to transform into a massive, cheeky, brazilian lady bum. That would be magnificent, as I am quite tired of my skinny white girl body lately.

When I was in Seattle (weeks ago, now!) Vienna and I were walking along midday, with the beast in tow on pink leash, when we saw this really gorgeous curvy black woman in a suit walking past. We were both so shocked by the enormousity of her bum (like a small ottoman it was!) that we started to gawk and gape and giggle and it was a miracle this lovely lady did not stop and turn around as to give us an incredulous look.

I just wanted to pat my hands on it, like a child at play.

I will never have a cool bum,
Love,
Amanda

Heaven

Was standing in the middle of Pike Street, listening to music I grew up on while the Seattle sky turned pink at 9:00 PM, & the rain started to fall lightly on my face. I wish my camera hadn't died, but it really doesn't matter. I felt like glowing all night.

I am a girl of simple pleasures

I have been spending the weekend at my Grandma's house in north Houston, and I can tell you, it's been absolutely deLIGHTful. My gram is the eptiome of the quick-witted Southern lady- I owe her a fortune for teaching me how to balance my charm and sass. This morning we woke up and had coffee, put on a Ornette Coleman record (she said she was feeling wild!), and made waffles topped with fresh Texas peaches I picked up from a stand on FM 1960 friday evening.

I love the way the inside of her house looks- I remember growing up here, with the giant pine trees in the backyard, the old, steep wooden staircase lined with framed photos and brass ornaments and dried flowers and lace. I've been helping her clean up the house and get rid of things since my grandfather died this spring, and she has so many tuxedoes, suits, cashmere coats and fur capes i'm helping her sell on Ebay. I was lucky enough to make off with some embroidered boots and a silk bathrobe she gave me! She also told me that i'd better take some things, even though I already have a beautiful brass floor lamp and a full-length mirror she gave me when I moved to Dallas. I took some pictures, and i'll upload them next week, I promise. Right now, i'm squealing at what a lucky girl I am to inherit this old rocking chair i'm sitting in with the cream crochet cushions, the wooden turntable that's sitting on a skinny hand-carved bedside table, her Singer from the 70s, all the little framed mirrors in the bathroom.

Tonight we're going out for dinner, but when we get home she'll probably want to make some fresh lemonade. We'll put it an ice cold pitcher with some Jim Bean, sit out on the back porch on the swing, have drinks, and watch the stars come out.

I'm down.

Lovelovelove,
Amanda

P.S. I told her all about Seattle, and she gave me a big thumbs up, y'all.